"I desire an intense connection with you, one that pushes me to my limits, until I can barely walk. I want to feel that peak multiple times, but eventually, I'll lose the strength to pursue it. Please, treat me like your little one, Daddy." "Very well, my dear," he replied softly. After discovering her fiancé's truth – that he was in a relationship with another man, despite their impending marriage, Celia felt shattered. Her heart ached, and seeking solace, she went to a bar, drowning her sorrow in wine. What began as a night of pain unexpectedly turned into a night of intense pleasure, leaving her weak and vulnerable from countless orgasms. The following day, as she returned home, she realized the stranger who had shared such a night with her was none other than the anonymous benefactor who had supported her education for years – Aric Phoenixbourne, the only father figure she had, freshly divorced. Two hearts now bruised, they questioned if there could be a chance for healing. "Let's put everything behind us; I'm old enough to be your parent," he said, reaching out. She stepped closer, playfully wrapping her arm around his neck. "May I call you daddy, even though our circumstances are unconventional?"
